Article January 15, 1972 Issue

The Journey

[An actual experience]

The road was endless and gray, swallowed under the car in the speed of their trip home. The sky was empty blue, and the limegreen trees with their uncurling leaves swept past too quickly to transmit the promise of spring. Mirages of steaming puddles leaped onto the road and disappeared.

The woman in the car was glad for silence, glad that her husband was, as usual, absorbed in thoughts about business. He was amiable and ambitious. His involvement was with techniques of selling; he gave talks at business conferences on salesmanship.

He did not, she thought, understand quite so well how to be involved with his own family. Success in sales was first priority; when that went well, he assumed his life was going well. She found his frequent absence, in spirit as well as in fact, difficult to cope with. It was becoming for her a marriage without meaning.

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